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I should, I suppose, try to leave the mystery intact. But someone else would be bound to pop the bubble, so here's the answer to the puking chimp, it's a sculpture by artist Tony Matelli, made in 2003, called "Ancient Echo"

Bleeurghhhh!!!!!!

"Mixed media" - I expect that includes peas and carrots then.And who's to criticise. Those little guys, in an infinite number, clattering typewriters producing Shakespearian drama, all day, every day, are you surprised they party hard afterwards?

Soubriquet, it never dawned on me the monkey wasn't real, I had imaginary incidents running through my mind of it being planesick after a business trip or drinking too many Jack Daniels. Ah well, I can pretend.

Monkey here:Look, it's no fun puking your guts up after a weekend of righteous partying. Somehow I got separated from the rest of the guys and found myself in the terminal, well, I was looking for the monkey's room, when i started to feel, well, not too good, and before I knew it, I'd thrown my voice, called for hughie, had a technicolour yawn all over the magnoilia.Well this guy was helpful, "You all right, pal? Heave it up, mate, you'll feel better in a minute." But what about those bastards with cameras? And the heartless sods who post it all over the internet?Me poor old mum rang me, it had been on the jungle telegraph, echoing down the Ngoro'goro, within hours.I've lost my job, just as I was getting into the swing of being Shaksper, I'd got a great idea for Romeo and Juliet. Yeah. Infinite number of monkeys minus one.I suppose I'll have to try get a job in a call centre, they employ monkeys.Thank you so much, Miz Casey, thank you so very much. Have a feckin' banana.